About a week later the entire company of workers is on Lunch break at the moment.
I'm sitting at my table, really tired but trying to scheme up a plan of getting that hat.
I WANT that Fedora.
Indy sits next to me and I try and snatch it from his hands.
The hat, I mean.
"Ah-ah-ah." He says, snatching it out of my grasp.
"Screw you!" I shout, sending the workers into roars of laughter.
All the men here have this odd obsession with watching Indiana Jones and Marion Ravenwood spats. Its weird, because everything we say, no matter how vulgar it is, seems hilarious to them.
"So, have you gotten any inside scoop on the dig from the old man?" I ask once we settle down and begin to eat (well, if you call the way I inhale food eating).
"In a month we'll have the entire tomb uncovered. They think the Headpiece will be in the lowest chamber, but that's all they would tell me."
I take a bite of a loaf of bread and chew it slowly. "Indy?" I ask through a mouthful of bread.
"What?"
"Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if Archaeology didn't exist?"
He gives me a sideways glance that assures me I am insane. "I'd probably kill myself."
"Would you miss me?" I ask, batting my eyelashes like the Flight Attendant.
He considers me for a moment, before shaking his head.
"Not really."
I slap him on the shoulder and run off before he can grab me. I eventually wander back to the table warily when the coast is clear, but I can tell that I am totally and completely forgiven by the smile threatening to break his face.
That gorgeous, sexy, make-me-swoon-till-I-hit-the-ground smile.
Okay, I've decided to only do a one or two shots a day, and have the story completely finished by the end of summer. It'll work out perfectly, and yes, the story is planned out so I know how everything is going to go.
Oh, and I have a poll on my Author's page that I need you guys to vote on. It matters for the story!!